Lost In The City
Lone little tears, from high rise fears
So let me escape, whatever it takes
March to the sound, and murmur is drowned
Follow the lights, pick up the pace, you’re now in the race
It’s real, it’s real, lonely, forgotten cynical
Recover your mind
As motion comes to a grind…to a grind
Absorb the color
Find the other
World of plastic, nothing drastic
Dial-a- menu, and the man you want too
Follow the lights, pick up the pace, you’re now in the race
Writer/s: Dioni Vertzayas, Panagiotis Tsiakalos
